That Lucky Old Sun
Johnny Cash Lyrics


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Up in the mornin', out on a job
Work like the devil for my pay
While that lucky old sun has nothin' to do
But roll around heaven all day

Fussed with my woman
Toil for my kids
Sweat 'til I'm wrinkled and gray
While that lucky old sun got nothin' to do
But roll around heaven all day

Good Lord up above, can't you hear me cryin'
Tears all in my eyes
Send down that cloud with your silvery linin'
Lift me to paradise

Oh, show me that river, take me across
Wash all my troubles away
Like that lucky old sun, give me nothing to do
But roll around heaven all day

Like that lucky old sun, give me nothing to do
But roll around heaven all day

Overall Meaning

The song "That Lucky Old Sun" by Johnny Cash is a poignant depiction of the struggles of everyday people, who work tirelessly and selflessly to make ends meet while watching the sun effortlessly roll around in the skies. The singer laments about having to get up early in the morning and go to work, working hard all day for his wages, while the sun has nothing to do but roll around in the sky. He mentions his family, his toil, and ultimately his desire to escape from his struggles, asking God to send him to paradise, where he can roll around heaven all day like the lucky old sun.


The song captures both the physical and emotional exhaustion that comes with daily work and the longing for something more. The imagery of the sun rolling around in heaven represents the carefree life we all long for, the one without any struggles, worries or problems. However, the refrain that repeats throughout the song also suggests an existential frustration, a longing for something impossible.


The song's lyrics have been interpreted in many ways, ranging from the struggles of African American laborers in the Jim Crow South, to a commentary on the American capitalist dream. Whatever its origins, the song remains a powerful representation of the struggle to find meaning in daily grind and our ultimate longing for freedom.


Line by Line Meaning

Up in the mornin', out on a job
Starting the day with work


Work like the devil for my pay
Working hard and tirelessly for money


While that lucky old sun has nothin' to do
Comparing oneself to the carefree sun in heaven


But roll around heaven all day
Idling around without having to work hard


Fussed with my woman
Having relationship problems


Toil for my kids
Working hard to provide for one's children


Sweat 'til I'm wrinkled and gray
Working so much that it takes a physical toll


While that lucky old sun got nothin' to do
Feeling envious of the sun's lack of responsibilities


Good Lord up above, can't you hear me cryin'
Appealing to a higher power for help and relief


Tears all in my eyes
Being emotional and desperate for aid


Send down that cloud with your silvery linin'
Asking for a sign of hope and positivity


Lift me to paradise
Longing to escape from the hardships of life


Oh, show me that river, take me across
Desiring a peaceful and joyous afterlife


Wash all my troubles away
Wanting to be free of stress and problems


Like that lucky old sun, give me nothing to do
Expressing the wish for a carefree existence


But roll around heaven all day
Enjoying a relaxed and easygoing afterlife




Lyrics © Kanjian Music, Sony/ATV Music Publishing LLC, Downtown Music Publishing
Written by: Beasley Smith, Haven Gillespie

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on Wayfaring Stranger

Wayfaring Stranger - The New Appalachians - Lyrics

I am a poor wayfaring stranger
Traveling through this world alone

There will be no sickness, toil or danger
In that grand land to which I roam

Well I'm going home to see my mother
I'm going home to a morning rose
I'm only goin' over Jordan
I'm only goin' over home

Musical Interlude

I know dark clouds will gather 'round me
I know my way is rough and steep
And beautiful fields lie just before me
Where God's redeemed there vigils keep

Well I'm going home to see my brothers
I'm going home no more to roam
I'm only goin' over Jordan
I'm only goin' over home

Musical Interlude

I'm going home to see my Father
I'm going home no more to roam
I'm only goin' over Jordan
I’m only goin’ where no one roams

I want to wear that crown of glory
When I get to that good land
I want to shout out salvation story
In concert with that blood washed band.
I'm going there to see my saviour
I’ll see his face no more to roam
I'm only going over Jordan
I'm only going over home
I'm only goin' over home

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